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I find good advice under glass blessed plumage from a Jurassic age that guide our voice controlled nights
My right hand justice isn't interested in Absolute but hopes with Mama heart and soul
Leave me outside the mechanized church underneath our short coated lives to flash Joy and her sister Faith pleasuring our cheap tomorrow